“All the better to vibe with my terrible life choices,” he deadpanned.
I sighed. “Be back by ten.”
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He gave a mock salute with a gloved hand and headed out. I went upstairs to tackle laundry.
I was folding towels on my bed when I heard it.
A small, fractured cry.
I froze.
The house settled into silence—just the hum of the heater and distant traffic. Then it came again.
Thin. High. Desperate.
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